His regret: Can't win me back

sm

lasting in the car. My hands tremble as I clutch the di

g inside me. I can't believe this moment has finally arrived-

ee years, and before that, w

t we graduated. We were the perfect couple-the

rt of a dream, filled with laughter, passion,

les. My love story turns into a

comes home late, reeking of perfume that isn't mine, with lipstick s

paranoid, insecure, and delusional. He twists the tru

n, I know. I

never heals, cutting deeper with eve

ul reality weighing on my shoulders-I have not been

I overheard him complaining to his mother in hu

give me one. The words sting

oping to fix whatever is wrong with me, only to be told tha

ll's eyes, I

ut of my car, my legs unste

he garage. My brows furrow. H

y-his job keeps him busy at all hours of the

ping up my spine and enter the hous

ence. He always plays soft music, whether he's wor

ise reaches my ears. I freeze. My breath catche

fens, and my mind races through every possible explanat

time, it is louder.

over me like

my hands shaking, my ears st

I hea

. Mmm, Max, you

h-pitched, dripp

bs through my chest like a knife t

aring it and witnessing it mak

me. I push the bedroom door open, my movements sl

ere th

body bouncing on his lap as Maxwell grips

sight of them in our bed, on our

ot hol

an by her hair, yanking her off Maxwell with all my s

she struggles against my grip, but she refuses to

ning in shock as he finally re

en my grip on the woman's hair

e, her nails clawing at my arms.

d and slap her across the face. Once.

wide with disbelief. But she recovers qu

ry but retaliated, grabbing her by the neck and sinki

ne, his body still bare, his manhood dangl

et and clings to him. I push

across the face, the force of it

into our matrimonial bed. I have endured your cou

of me. I have always been the quiet, submissive wife. The

curling in disgust. "Get the

ug. "What makes you think I'll leave?

d is as dry as sandpaper? The one w

through me, raw

You told her that?" My voice wa

was just stati

e me. Before I can think, I lift my le

face contorting in agony. Sa

son of a bitch," I sp

she has underestimated me. She takes a ste

still simmering. "And you-get o

give up, loser. You've been replaced.

ly watch as Maxwell straightens, as he

moment

o point in

ying myself, an

artled by my sudden sur

ith the divorce agreement, tos

papers, the weight o

hought I w

as w

hat awaits me be

-this is the beginni